Sam's Stomach is Hurting

Jack Bucky helped me again edit this story. Thank you very much again!

I had also great help from AwkwardMD and Omenainen with my AI related problems and translation problems.

Thank you all of you once again!

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Sam was a 47-year-old man who had been struggling with stomach issues that had become a constant irritation in his life.

He had tried everything that might help, from various medications to changes in his diet, but nothing seemed to help. One day, when the pain was particularly bad, Sam remembered what a friend had told him about an unusual treatment that could help. His friend had suggested colonic hydrotherapy.

Sam was skeptical, at first. Just the idea of it, flushing out his colon, was enough to make his lip quirk, but he had reached a point of true misery. He googled a nearby clinic offering the treatment and found a small wellness center that specialized in it. So, he booked an appointment for the next day. It took all of three seconds, after walking in the door, to notice the decorations. The smell. All very calming.

He was met by a young woman named Emily. She greeted him warmly and explained how the treatment would proceed, and her calm demeanor immediately put a dent in his worries. She explained that the treatment involved flushing the colon with warm water to both cleanse it and improve digestion.

She led him to a room that was quiet and warm. There was soft lighting, a candle already going, and a comfortable massage table in the center of the room. The overall environment was very calming and it helped Sam to relax, although the thought of the procedure still made him a little bit nervous.

Then she told him how the procedure would go.

First, she explained how the colonic hydrotherapy would work. It begins gently, with warm water flowing into his colon through a tube. This would help flush out any built-up waste.

Sam was apprehensive, but Emily assured him that the process was safe.

Before the treatment began, Emily asked Sam to change into a special outfit designed to ensure comfort during the colonic hydrotherapy. It was a form-fitting garment made from a soft, flexible material, in a pale purple that fit right in with the relaxing vibe of everything else around him.

He couldn't help but notice the small opening in the back, placed just so, probably to allow the thin colonic tube to be comfortably inserted into the rectum without causing any discomfort. The material around this opening was seamless, ensuring there was no irritation as the tube was carefully inserted into Sam's anus. Once it was in position, the garment stayed securely in place, preventing any discomfort.

In addition, the special outfit included a discreet flap near the abdomen. This allowed Emily to give a gentle abdominal massage during the procedure, which would help to stimulate Sam's colon and enhance the hydrotherapy. The flexible material around the flap allowed it to rest comfortably against the skin once closed so that the procedure could proceed without any complications.

Sam put the outfit on and felt that although it was quite snug, it was still quite comfortable.

He lay down on the treatment table, and Emily asked him to relax with her assurance that he would feel better very soon.

Sam heard her snapping gloves on, and she asked him to turn on his left side.

"Since you are a first timer here, I have to do a manual inspection before inserting the nozzle into your rectum. I'll check to see if there are any obstacles and what the angle of your colon is. I also decided what kind of a nozzle I would use. You mentioned that you have a lot of gas, so it's good to use a snug fitting one to prevent any leakage."

Sam felt her separate his buttocks, followed by the cold touch of her lubed fingers on his anus. One finger slid in and poked around Sam's rectum longer than he would have expected. It felt like Emily was inspecting every inch of his insides as she bent her index finger inside him.

"You are very tight," she said. "Have you had any pelvic pain or discomfort?"

"I'm thinking that I have a very tight hole," Sam said.

Emily told him; "The pelvic region is the key to the entire body. Have you ever considered using some vibrating toys or something similar to make your pelvic area more relaxed?"

Sam was thinking about what she meant by that, and he blushed slightly when the thought of anal toys came to mind.

"You don't have to tell me anything," she said. "I can see that you haven't used those very much, if at all, but I can tell that you have some interest in them. That's good. I can recommend some that would be very beneficial."

She added, "Now we will proceed. I will take my finger out and then spray some extra lube into your rectum. Then I will insert a nozzle that will be uncomfortable for you at first, but I want you to be brave for me. All right?"

Sam wasn't sure, but he responded the only way he could. "All right...?"

Emily pulled her finger out and used a syringe to shoot a large amount of lube into Sam's rectum. It was so much that some of it started to leak out. Then she went to a cabinet and took out the tubes and nozzles she needed. Emily didn't show him what kind of a nozzle she chose, so when she started to insert it behind Sam's back, he was very surprised at how much bigger it was than her finger.

"Just be brave for me," Emily said. "I want you to breathe deeply, filling your lungs, and then fully exhale."

Sam did what she asked, and when he was exhaling, she pressed hard on the nozzle so that the widest part of it slid in. His anus sucked it in so deep that his rosebud had a snug fit around the narrow end with the base pressed tightly into him.

But it hurt! Sam felt it was way too big, and he started to panic a little.

Emily saw the look on his face and tried to settle him down. "I know this might be a bit uncomfortable, but if you can push through it you'll start to feel a whole lot better by the end. And for your courage, you might even be rewarded with a great sense of relief and comfort. You're doing great; just hang in there a little longer."

Then, she attached the tubing to the nozzle.

As the water began to flow, Sam felt a fullness in his abdomen, but the warm water was soothing. Emily carefully controlled the pressure, making sure that Sam remained comfortable throughout. He was also surprised. The sensation was odd but not unbearable, and he focused on breathing deeply so he could relax.

During the treatment, Emily performed an abdominal massage to help stimulate the digestive system and assist in releasing trapped gas or waste. Light to moderate pressure, and the more she worked her fingers the more Sam felt his fears and worries melting away.

More than anything, though, to Sam's delight, the discomfort he'd been dealing with for years was slowly dissipating. Little by little, the pressure and pain was ebbing away. Through it all, Emily remained by his side, checking on him every few minutes. Making little adjustments.

Sam was just getting used to being able to take a full, deep breath without irritation, a wonder all its own, when Emily offered an additional service. She brandished a syringe, and talked him through the long list of probiotics and nutrients, all designed for balanced gut health. As if she could read his hesitation, she went on to explain that colonics always carried the risk of removing good stomach material as well as bad, and that it was important to replace what might have been flushed.

Emily applied the probiotics carefully, making sure that Sam was comfortable throughout the process. He felt a mild sensation as the bacteria were introduced to his system, but it was brief and not painful. Once it was over, Emily asked Sam if he was in a hurry.

That made him pause for a moment. He wasn't in a rush, his stomach felt lighter, and he was no longer in pain. "No, I'm not in a hurry," he replied.

Emily smiled and said, "Since you're not in a rush, I will perform a prostate massage as well. It can help relax your body further and relieve any lingering tension."

Sam was surprised. He hadn't anticipated this, but the relief he already felt made him open to the idea. But he didn't say anything -- and Emily took that as evidence of his agreement.

"Go to the bathroom and empty any water that is remaining in you, and then come back here," she told him.

Sam did what was asked, and when he was back in the treatment room, Emily told him to get on his knees on the hand rests of the table.

He felt very vulnerable in that position, so Emily had to comfort him again.

"From now on, it's going to feel nice, so relax and don't keep any feelings inside you," she told him. "Just let them come out. Any feeling you have is perfectly okay. You are in a safe environment."

With that said, Sam felt her lubricated finger on his anus again. This time, she pressed two fingers into him. The nozzle had been even bigger, so two fingers were certainly bearable for Sam. He just grunted.

"Yes, just like that, open up and let every sound come out of you," Emily told him. "If you want to say something during this massage, that's okay too. I want to know what you are feeling so that I can give you the very best treatment."

Then she asked him, "Aren't my fingers feeling nice now that you have gotten used to having something in your ass?"

"Yes, they feel good now," Sam told her, and he was surprised that he admitted it.

Suddenly, Sam felt her fingers pressing on his prostate. It felt odd, at first, but soon the feeling became very nice and he started to drip prostate fluid on the table.

Emily asked him: "It's starting to feel very good, isn't it?"

"Yes," Sam grunted.

She added, "Like I said, you are free to say anything you want. Is this so good that you think you could orgasm? Say it to me, and you will have it. Do you want it?"

Sam started to speak. "I want..."

"What do you want? she asked"

"An orgasm," he sputtered.

Once again she asked, "You want to have an orgasm from your ass massage? You have to tell me."

"Yes," he told her, voice trailing off. "I want to have an orgasm from the ass massage."

That made Emily happy. "Good boy," she said. "I'm glad you admitted that. It is perfectly okay to want an orgasm. Do you want to come back for another colonic in a few days? I think you'll need it. Do you think you'll need it?"

"I will need it..."

She asked him again. "Do you also need another massage?"

"Yes," he told her, voice barely above a whisper.

Emily kept pestering Sam with her questioning. "Do you want something bigger in your ass then?"

"Yes..."

"I think you are a little bit of an ass slut," she told him. "Are you? It is perfectly safe to admit it -- especially to me."

"Yes, I am" he responded.

Emily kept pressing. "What are you?"

"An ass slut," Sam told her.

She knew she had him. "I think you need a perfect cock in your ass. What if it's here waiting for you when you come next time? Will you still come, or are you too afraid?"

"I... I will... come," he groaned again.

That made her happy. "Great! Now, shoot your semen on the table!"

She massaged Sam's prostate, and he suddenly came on the table with a LOT of sperm.

Emily wiped with her fingers and tasted it.

"We should change your diet," she told him. "Next time, I will taste your sperm again and I want to taste something else. Now go to the bathroom, clean yourself, and change your clothes. In the meantime, I will check on your next appointment."

Once the treatment was complete, Sam stood up, feeling more at ease than he had in weeks. His stomach was calm and the bloating had vanished. He thanked Emily for her care, feeling incredibly grateful for the unexpected relief.

Sam felt like a new person, and if his stomach issues returned, he was open to exploring this type of treatment again. What had started as an uncomfortable experience had turned into a genuinely positive one. The combination of colonic hydrotherapy, probiotics, and the unexpected prostate massage helped him more than he ever thought possible.

When he got home, Sam was thinking about all that had happened and what Emily said could happen at his next appointment. He remembered she said that there could be a hard cock waiting for him the next time. That part confused him very much.

He told himself that he would go there anyway. He didn't like men in a sexual way, but he had his next visit in two days. Should he cancel that appointment? He was thinking about it and finally sent a text to Emily, telling her that he couldn't make his next appointment because he had to leave for a business trip that day.

Sam thought that would do it. He would not have to confront any male with a penis.

Emily, sensing Sam's thoughts from his text message, answered like this: "An appointment for you just opened up tomorrow evening, so you can have the second colonic before you leave on your trip. I will be waiting for you, so be here at 6 pm."

Sam read that and cursed. He wished he had told her that he had already left on his trip. Now, he couldn't use that excuse anymore.

The next day came, and Sam looked up when he was at the clinic's front door once again. He stood there trying to get the courage to push the doorbell, but he turned away.

"I can't do this!" he thought.

But before he could go, the door suddenly opened and Emily was standing there.

"Hi," she told him. "I thought I heard something out here. Come on in! It's nice to see you again." Emily was smiling. She saw Sam's hesitation and didn't want him to escape.

What Emily DID want was for Sam to put on special clothes and lay down on the table. She sensed that he was more nervous than the first time. She wanted him to feel comfortable, and then little by little, turn him on.

If she could do that, she would have him.

The colonic treatment went like the first time. The nozzle seemed big again, but Sam took it in, knowing that it had been inside him before. What he didn't know was that Emily had changed it to a slightly larger one -- not much larger, but just enough to stretch him out a little more.

During the session, Emily gave Sam a soothing massage to his abdomen, and that helped him to feel relaxed again. Once again, she was comforting to him, and there wasn't any other males in the clinic that Sam could see. He wondered if all that talk about having a cock in him the next time was just some dirty talk she had been saying to get him aroused.

Emily told Sam what she had been thinking.

"It seemed like you were very tense when you came in today, but now you are a lot more relaxed. That's good. Maybe you were a little overwhelmed by the things that happened the first time? Perhaps it was something I said or did that made you afraid to come in again? Maybe that's why you were trying to cancel this session?"

Emily said all this with a smile as she looked straight into Sam's eyes.

He took it all in and tried to talk, but he was tongue-tied and wasn't able to say much. Sam also noticed that his trembling words just showed Emily that she was right. He was looking deeply into Emily's knowing eyes -- and blushing as well.

"That's okay," she added. "It was something you weren't expecting, so you responded in kind. You are confused and don't know what to do, and escaping to the old feelings are a safe zone for you. It can be a lot to handle, but don't worry -- I'll be your guide. Everything we do is safe for you. You can tell me anything, too. I also wonder what made you afraid after what happened the last time?" Emily asked, keeping her hands on Sam's stomach and comforting him with her soothing touch.

Sam wasn't saying anything. so Emily asked: "Did the things you started to be afraid of happen after the colonic?"

He just nodded.

"Was the prostate massage okay for you? Did you like it?" she wondered.

Sam nodded again.

"So it wasn't anything I did, but something I said?" she asked.

Sam blushed again while slowly nodding his head.

"Well, we are proceeding," Emily said with a smile.

"What letter is the thing that you started to be afraid of? A? B? C?" Emily started to go through the alphabet, and when she got to C, Sam blinked his eyes.

"So it is the one starting with C"" Emily said.

"Was it the cock I mentioned?" she asked? This was a trick question, since she had known that Sam was worried about the cock from their first meeting. She just wanted hear him say it.

"Yes," Sam said softly.

"Were you afraid that there is some big hairy gay guy waiting with his big cock?" she asked with a slight smirk.

Sam blinked his eyes again.

"I wouldn't let that kind of a person near you..." Emily said with a bit of seduction in her voice.

Sam smiled when he heard that.

However, she also said that, "It could also be a strap-on cock." Emily watched and waited for his reaction.

Sam blushed. Women with strap-ons had been a wild fantasy he had never experienced, so hearing that turned him on.

Emily liked his reaction. He seemed to be curious about that kind of activity.

She added, "There are also females that have real cocks." Emily was trying to find out just where the line was with him. It was hard to tell, but he seemed to get uncomfortable talking about this subject..

Sam was silent, and Emily noticed that he was thinking about sex like this. Perhaps he had never really thought about it before?

He finally spoke, and asked, "Aren't those women with cocks just men wearing female clothes?"

Emily said, "Yes, those are crossdressers, but crossdressers take their clothes off and go back to being men at the end of the day. But there are also trans women. You probably wouldn't even know if you saw the best looking of them. They have breasts and hips, and a beautiful female form. And... they also, sometimes, have a penis."

But Sam still had questions.

"They do use hormones, but because of that their penis doesn't work anymore, right?" Sam asked.

"There is that kind too, but there is also another kind that have a very large sex drive," Emily explained. She was happy that Sam was so open to talking to her about this.

He told her, "I don't think I have ever seen one, I guess..."

"But," Emily asked, "you would like to see one, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know," Sam said, "and I don't know if any of those ladies would like to meet me..."

"Don't worry," Emily said, "there are also the kind of girls that would gladly meet you."

Then she asked him, "Would you feel more comfortable if you explored that side with a normal girl with a strap-on first, and if that went well, you might be willing to meet a girl with a dick?" Emily was testing his boundaries again.

Sam was silent. He was thinking and wasn't lifting his eyes towards Emily.

"The colonic part of your session is now ending," she told him. "I want you to show me with your fingers what you would like to do after you have emptied yourself in the bathroom again. I'll give you a few choices:

If you put up one finger, it means that you want to just leave after that. Two fingers mean that you want the same massage as the last time. Three fingers tell me that you want to expand your world and try a special strap-on massage. And four fingers mean you are adding to Two and Three. If you do that, you are saying that you would like to have another appointment where you will have both a strap-on AND a real cock from a girl."

Sam was thinking. He was VERY curious, but he didn't know if this was too much for him.

"I'm waiting," Emily said as she broke through Sam's thoughts.

He looked at her. She smiled back. Emily wanted him to feel secure even though she had pushed him to admit things that were beyond his comfort zone.

Sam knew that he wanted that prostate massage that he had last time, so he lifted two fingers. Emily looked at him supportively, giving him time, and suddenly, he noticed that he had lifted a third finger.

Emily smiled and nodded, hoping that Sam could carry on with his fingers.

He knew what Emily wanted. Somehow, he wanted that too but was afraid.

She took Sam's hand where he had his three fingers pointing up, and she put her four fingers against them.

Sam froze.

"Is that your fourth finger?" Emily said suddenly as she pointed with her another hand at Sam's penis that was now in full erection.

He noticed that his body had betrayed him. Sam couldn't hide from what he really wanted.

"Now go to the bathroom," Emily told him, "and if that dick is still up when you come back for my special probe massage, I will consider it to be a fourth finger." She turned away and started to smirk, and she did it in such a way that Sam couldn't see her facial expression.

When he came out of the bathroom, Sam's cock was so erect that it hurt a little. Emily just looked at it and smiled.

She pointed at Sam, telling him to kneel on the hand rests. When he had done that, she used a scarf to blindfold him.

"No peeking!" she said as she took something from her cabinet.

The next thing Sam felt was something on his back. It was a heavy object, followed by two others. Then he heard her putting on something like a belt and snapping her gloves on.

Without any warning, Emily pushed a plastic syringe into his ass and emptied it into his rectum. Then she took another syringe and emptied that one into him, too. Sam felt the lube was dripping from his ass, but not for very long because Emily's two fingers slipped in, pushing all that lube deep into his rectum.

Sam let out a moan from the surprise stretching that her fingers did to him.

"You can't moan like a bitch in here. Someone might hear you!" Emily said as she pressed her other gloved hand over Sam's mouth.

She fucked him with her fingers for a while, then pulled her fingers out and picked up something that had been laying on his back.

Sam felt that something with a blunt head that must be a dildo was pressing against his anus. Suddenly, Emily suddenly drew it back. "Sorry, I almost forgot protection. I don't want my slut to become pregnant," she smirked, and Sam heard her ripping a condom package open and rolling it over her strap-on.

"Now, here's something new to try!" she said. Once again, Sam felt her hand on his mouth and the dildo pushing at his anal entrance.

Slowly, she applied more pressure and Sam's rectum started to stretch and widened so that the dildo slowly slid into him. Little by little she pushed deeper, and then, Sam felt her hips pressed up against his buttocks. Emily was fully in.

He felt pressure in his ass but not much pain. Sam was so turned on that he just wanted her to take him and fuck him. Emily sensed that and asked: "What would my little customer like now?

She loosened her grip from Sam's mouth, and he understood that she wanted him to beg.

"I... I... would like... that you start moving a little bit," Sam told her.

Emily started to tease him again.

"You want me to move so that the dildo starts to move back and forth in your ass? That would be called fucking! Are you asking if a health practitioner like me would want to fuck you in your ass? What kind of a man asks for something like that?" Emily loved teasing Sam.

He responded in a whisper, "Yes, but only if that is okay with you."

"How could that not be okay, me fucking my client and patient?" Emily said. "Of course it is okay with me, especially if you have a slutty ass like you do!" Then she pressed her hand over Sam's mouth once again and started to quickly fuck him. But of course, he had a sensory overload from her quick fucking that made him start moaning into her gloved hand again.

"Your tight ass gives some nice pressure against my pussy when I thrust in!" she told him. "When it starts to loosen up and doesn't give me enough pressure, I will change to a bigger dildo, and then I will fuck you with that until your man-pussy makes me orgasm!"

"Hnnngh!"

"Mmh!"

"Nhh..."

Sam could only moan into her hand.

Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out and then she took another dildo from his back. She quickly attached it to her belt and covered it with a condom. A third syringe shot still more lube into Sam's rectum, and in a flash, the bigger dildo was sliding into Sam's bottom.

"Nnnf... nohh mmghh bigh!" Sam tried to say, but Emily just kept pounding him. He felt that this dildo was conical and widened at the base. It really opened him up a lot more!

Emily withdrew it a little, and it was more comfortable when it narrowed inside him, but then she pressed in further before pulling it back again. She kept going hard like that until she had buried that thing completely inside him.

Sam felt that she was very deep in him, and that his anus was as open as it could possibly be.

"You noticed that I am using my little ass opener. It helps me open a tight ass that little sluts like you always seem to have. Every time I slide it out it goes in more easily the next time, and after that, your ass accepts a big headed dildo a lot more easily. Let's go on like this for a while and then I will change to my favorite fucking dildo!" Emily said with a husky voice.

Little by little, it didn't hurt as much and actually started to feel good when that dildo slid in to widen Sam's ass. It also had textured ridges designed for added stimulation -- and those ridges started to feel pretty good when sliding into Sam's anus.

Emily noticed that too, and she and started to really fuck him a lot harder, but she didn't do that for very long. When she noticed that Sam was recovering and enjoying himself, she took the dildo out completely and started to change it again.

Sam heard the strap-on belt falling to the floor. Then there was some rustling, and Sam could smell the strong scent of pussy when Emily took her soaked panties and held them up next to his nose and mouth.

"Open up! In this next stage I will need both my hands, so I have to muffle your noises in another way," Emily told him. Then she pressed those panties against Sam's lips, making him open his mouth.

Her soaked panties didn't just smell a lot like her cunt, but it also tasted like her cunt. Sam struggled and was having some difficulties with this overwhelming scent and the fabric filling his mouth.

He didn't have much time to adapt because Emily was behind him again, this time wearing a big, two-headed dildo that was deep in her vagina with a centerpiece vibrator pressing on her clit.

Sam felt its bulbous head widening his opening. It was almost as big as the other dildo's base had been, but not so much that his anus couldn't resist it. However, it still widened his insides even more than before.

He quickly learned what this new dildo did to him. The big head pressed forcefully against his prostate with every stroke. The vibration from the clit stimulator was also something he felt from the dildo. It started to feel very good very quickly, and Sam noticed from Emily's tight grip on his hips (and her moaning) that he wasn't the only one who was enjoying this session.

Those moans came with wet sounds when her hips slapped against Sam's buttocks. The room was filled with sex smells and noises. Sam hadn't noticed, but on the floor under his dick was a big puddle of his prostate juices.

Then, an overwhelming feeling started to rise inside Sam. He started to orgasm, and it felt like it would never end. Sam almost passed out, and like a reflex, he started to push back and also fuck the dildo with his movements. This made Emily orgasm long and hard.

They both collapsed onto the massage table in one big pile, and they laid there for a while.

Emily pulled that big bulbous head out of Sam's ass, and that made Sam spit her panties out of his mouth. His anus had gotten the final assault from the big dildo.

She sent Sam back to the bathroom to clean himself up and put his clothes on again. When he came out, she had cleaned everything and only the lingering smell of sex could tell that something had happened.

"I will send you a WhatsApp message when your next appointment is. I can't give it to you straight away," Emily said with a smile.

Sam knew that she would need to agree on the appointment time with someone -- someone with a dick.

A few days went by, and one evening, Sam got a WA message from Emily. She asked: "How are you? Did you have a nice day? Have you been spending some relaxing time at home?"

Sam answered, "I'm fine, thanks. I'm watching TV. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Emily said. "In fact, more than fine. Come to your door."

"What???" Sam was surprised but went to his door and got there at the same time his doorbell rang.

Standing at the door was Emily.

"Grab your jacket and let's go," she said.

"This is it?" Sam was thinking, and his pulse jumped. Emily seemed to know that Sam might not want to come, so she came to take him instead.

He took his phone, keys, and wallet. He also put some different clothes on and went out to where Emily waited. She took hold of his armpit and escorted him to a car parked on the street.

Once they were inside the car, Emily explained. "I came to take you because you will have your colonic this time in another place than we usually go, so it is easier like this than trying to tell you where that place is. There is also another reason why I came over. The owner of the place is a little sensitive about unknown people, so the location will be in the dark for you - literally."

She gave him black sunglasses, and when Sam put them on, he found that he couldn't see anything through them.

He was a little scared while they drove, and Emily tried to talk to him like they were driving normally, like friends.

After driving for about a half hour, she parked the car and they got out. Once again, Emily guided him by holding his armpit, slowly and carefully warning him about the obstacles he couldn't see, like the stairs that went down into the basement.

Sam went into the room, although he still couldn't see anything. The black-out glasses from Emily left him in complete darkness, heightening every other sensation. The air was cool, tinged with the faint scent of antiseptic as well as something else -- something warm and human.

The door clicked shut behind him, and he felt her fingertips at his temples. Reaching for the glasses. They slid from his face, and his eyes began to adjust to the light.

He had never seen anything like it. The walls were a dull, flat wine red, but lit with a mesmerizing pulse of LEDs. Deeper reds, like blood, here and indigo and violet there. The room was secluded, with no windows or natural light, but it was intimate. Warm.

And at the center of the room, as if declaring its purpose, was the chair. A high back, with sleek black leather. Armrests, with chrome brackets that sparkled with reflected light. The shape of it screamed of purpose, of placing a body just so. Footrests and stirrups. Two thick leather straps hung limp at its side. Directly above the chair, off for now, hung an examination lamp. It looked just like the one Sam's dentist had, and he knew it would be on before long. On him. Illuminating him with surgical precision.

He couldn't help but notice the array of tools laid out on the stand beside the chair. There was a series of silicon tubes, already connected to the irrigation system tucked behind and beneath the chair. Next to those sat a sophisticated control unit, more fancy than the one he'd seen before. His mind ran feverish imagining what it might feel like with that kind of granular control. With what was possible.

It took Sam much longer to notice the set on a shelf built into the wall beside him. A pair of violet nitrile gloves lay folded, neatly, inside a chrome holder.

Emily stepped closer. She tilted her head, her lips curving slightly. "Now," she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. "Let's begin."

It was a lot for Sam to digest, because it looked to him like some BDSM dungeon.

Emily looked over Sam from head to toe with an intensity that he understood to mean that she wanted his clothes off. He started to disrobe right there with Emily observing him. "Nice," Emily said, and she pointed to the big chair in the middle of the room.

When Sam sat down, she helped him put his legs into the stir-ups but left the straps open, which was a relief for Sam. Of course, Emily knew that she should make things as comfortable as possible for him to start, and then she could gradually increase her approach from there.

Emily also noted that Sam recognized the various dilators lined up on the tray.

"I don't know how much we will be needing those," she said, "but they are ready if we do." That left Sam wondering, and that was just what Emily wanted.

Emily had put Sam into a position where his ass was well exposed. Then she directed her lubed index finger into his anus.

She made Sam comfortable by massaging (very gently, at first) his anus, and then slowly sliding her fingers into him. After greasing his rectum, she took her fingers out and reached over to the hoses on the colonic machine. This equipment seemed to be different than her own.

The nozzles were made of stainless steel and butt plug shaped. There were all sorts of sizes and styles. Emily looked at them carefully and tried to decide what would be best.

"Would you like it if I use a dilator first?" she asked. Sam agreed by nodding his head.

Emily smiled inside because that was what she wanted. She started using the dilators one by one until she wondered if she could give him one that was a size bigger than she had thought possible.

"Why not?" she almost said out loud.

Little by little, Sam took that one because it looked a little bit smaller than the nozzle he thought she would use.

"Good boy!" Emily said. But she took it away and connected a much smaller nozzle to the hose.

"I'm thinking this is big enough," she told him,"but it's nice to know that you can take a lot bigger one if the motivation is right." As she smirked, Sam was left feeling that he had been fooled, but he also felt relieved -- which was also Emily's purpose.

The discussion went on like in earlier meetings. That also put Sam in a more relaxed state. Then, Emily helped him away from the chair and into the toilet.

The bathroom sat in the back, through a narrow door, and was noticeably cooler within. There was a faint hint of disinfectant underneath something floral. It was small, but that only added to its exclusive charm.

Sam carefully emptied and cleaned himself. He was trying to hear what was going on in that treatment room, because at other times after the colonic, things had become more sexual.

He could hear some steps in that room. Of course, Emily was cleaning things in there, but something was different. Some of the steps he heard had been heavier. Sam thought that they just came from the place where he could hear better.

But his first instinct had been the right one. There WAS another person in that room.

The person was taller than Emily and had wider hips and shoulders, and she was wearing leather boots with high heels.

When Sam came out of the bathroom, he saw Emily standing next to that big chair. She was wearing the two-headed strap-on dildo that she had used on him earlier. She wanted his attention to be focused on her.

Emily guided him into that chair again. This time, she used the straps to secure him. She also put Sam's hands under the strap that went over his stomach. Then, with the humming sounds of the chair's motors clearly evident, he was moved into a horizontal position that titled the headrest even more. Then she stuck her gloved fingers into his mouth, making him open it, and then she quickly placed a ring inside and secured it in place with its straps.

She caressed Sam's cheek with her gloved hand, saying: "Don't worry. You will have everything you wanted by choosing four fingers."

Sam's heart was pumping fast. He was completely under her control, and she was alone with the strap-on she had already used on him. But the "four" he had wanted included a real cock, and Sam knew that Emily didn't have one. It made him wonder -- when is that real dick coming, or has she been just teasing him about it?

That's when Emily started to slowly ease that dildo into Sam's ass. It quickly focused his attention, because now he had had the smaller nozzle in his ass. Just when that bulbous head reached its widest point in his anus, when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, something came into his vision.

It was a big cock with firm balls that was fully hard. Sam just looked at it as Emily kept the dildo in place.

Finally, the cock owner moved a bit so that Sam could see her.

She was everything Emily had said, a striking woman with an awe-inspiring presence. Tall, with pale blonde hair that disappeared over her shoulder in long, straight locks. She carried herself with an authority that made it hard for him to swallow. Like maybe he should ask first. Her hair framed her features perfectly and Sam suspected she knew just where to stand to let the hypnotic lights accentuate her.

She had blue eyes, bright and clear like a June afternoon, and highlighted by a thick layer of eyeliner and smokey shadow. Every time she blinked, her long lashes waved at him, and he felt like he could fall into them.

As if she needed more to draw him in, as if her looks were not enough, her makeup was exquisite. Dramatic and stylish, drawing his eyes right where she wanted them. Her cheeks were flush with color, in a way that made her look more alive than anyone Sam had ever seen. Even in the low light, she glowed.

Her tight, high necked leather top was tight enough to reveal the lines of the bra she wore beneath. It was snug against her skin, shaping her as much as she filled it out. The trousers had a split, a tailored opening for her cock and balls, and sat low on her hips. And her thighs!

Each finger wore a different silver ring, each unique, a microcosm of the woman herself. Down to the details, in all things.

When she moved, there was an elegance that was beyond him to describe. Sam only understood it as awe, and a desire to say yes to questions she hadn't even asked.

Yet.

She stepped closer to Sam and looked at him with a gaze that was as powerful as her presence. Her expression was calm and controlled. She studied him for a moment, and though she gave no sign of urgency, her gaze cut through him like a knife. She didn't merely look at Sam; her eyes were probing, reading the depths of his thoughts and emotions.

Sam was powerless in her presence. It was evident in her gaze, which was both gentle and commanding. Her blue eyes were full of emotion, and her gaze needed no words because it spoke directly to Sam, telling him everything he needed to know about what was to come.

Her look was like a promise that this experience would be both bewildering and thrilling for Sam -- a mix of carefully controlled power and mysterious allure.

Sam knew what would happen next. She looked at him and shared that moment with him when Emily slowly started to press her dildo deeper and popping that bulbous head completely into him. Then, the mysterious lady blinded Sam's vision with her cock and balls, sliding her cock through the ring gag and into Sam's mouth.

He could taste and feel the slippery head that smeared precum into his mouth. He had never tasted anything like that. In fact, he had never even touched another person's cock, ever, and now he had one in his mouth.

Sam's head was at the perfect angle for her. She slid her cock in deeper, and Sam started to panic when it was pressing into his throat! Then she drew it back a little and started to slowly fuck his mouth so that she almost went deep in but backed on whenever she started to get too deep. Sam slowly started to adapt to this and trusted that she would keep things comfortable for him. He had also adapted again to Emily's dildo and was starting to relax and enjoy the way she was fucking him.

Then, the mysterious lady moved a bit so that Sam could see his surroundings.

Hidden in the shadows of the ceiling above was a mirror-like panel that had gone unnoticed at first. It was perfectly integrated into the design of the room. The surface of the panel seemed entirely ordinary -- until suddenly, a faint hum filled the air as the lights flickered. Without warning, the panel was illuminated in a cool, harsh light, revealing a mirror that reflected the entire room and Sam's vulnerable position in it.

The mirror stretched across the ceiling like an overhead window. It captured everything below. Sam could not only see himself strapped into the chair, but also the entire room in sharp detail: the intimate setup, the stark contrast of the walls, the dim glow of the instruments, and the woman watching him. The overhead lights flickered again as the reflection in the mirror seemed to sharpen, as if inviting him to see every movement --yes EVERY moment!

As the mirror caught every angle of his restrained body and the woman's poised movements, the reality of the situation seemed to sink deeper into Sam's mind. He could feel her watching him, but for the first time, he truly saw it all -- his helplessness, the tension in the room, and the power dynamics unfolding above and below.

When Sam saw himself spit-roasted like that, he was both excited AND scared!

Then all went black when that lady suddenly thrust her cock into Sam's throat and kept it there for a few seconds as he stiffened, trying to get some air. Then she pulled her cock back, and Sam's lungs were full of air once more.

She did that from time to time when Sam wasn't expecting it. When Emily's vibrating dildo was hitting Sam's prostate with force, and she got close to her orgasm, Sam also felt his own orgasm building with a great force. The lady with the cock noticed that too, and when Sam orgasmed, she filled his throat again with her cock. The orgasm felt even more intense to Sam because of that, and he came and came, just like Emily did too.

The lady paused to give them a moment to recover. Then, Emily withdrew her dildo and went into the bathroom for cleaning.

That's when the lady stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Sam's before she broke the silence. Her voice was low and breathy, like a beautiful melody that filled the room but never too loudly. It was just as powerful as it needed to be, and carried a sense of mystery as if she was certain her name would inevitably provoke some kind of reaction from Sam.

"I am Lucienne Graves," she said, her tone soft but with an unmistakable certainty, as though her name was not just a name. It was a promise, a warning, and a pledge all at once, and it sent the clear message that someone like her was not to be overlooked. She wasn't in any hurry to introduce herself; her words flowed slowly, as if each letter mattered. At the same time, her eyes never left Sam's, and that gaze made her words all the more powerful.

She was standing between Sam's elevated legs and her penis was harder than ever. He knew what was coming next.

Emily stepped up behind Lucienne, and in her hands she held the deep violet condom, gleaming with golden accents that shimmered. She wrapped her arms gently around Lucienne, her motions precise and intimate. Emily briefly glanced at Lucienne before lowering her gaze to the condom as she slowly rolled it onto Lucienne's cock, its glossy surface feeling cold against her fingers.

The motion was slow and deliberate, like everything Emily did around Lucienne. The golden accents glimmered in the light, and Emily worked with a sharp focus and ensured that the condom was perfectly aligned. Her breath was quiet yet the air seemed to vibrate with tension, a subtle harmony with the mystery and power that surrounded them.

Lucienne did not look at Emily, but she felt every movement. The energy in the room swirled like electricity as Emily finished her task and took a step back, her gaze still fixed on Lucienne, waiting for the next move.

Then Lucienne looked deep into Sam's eyes and took an almost caring caress and hold of his face with her hands. At the same time she pressed her penis against Sam's anus. In her eyes were glimmers of lust, passion and caring. She slowly eased herself into Sam with a slow snap of her powerful hips.

Emily took Sam's gag off, and Lucienne leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and her lips left stains from her lipstick on his face.

And just like that, she took Sam -- strongly, gently, dominantly. Emily was watching them having passionate sex with her fingers pushed deep into her pussy. But then Lucienne motioned at her to come closer, and she put some glove on that was too small for her so it was tightly wrapped around her hand. Then she lubricated her fingers and pushed them into Emily's anus, which was a big surprise for Emily. She had never experienced anything like that before. Then Lucienne took hold of Sam's hands and guided his fingers into Emily's vagina. As he pushed them in he could feel Lucienne's fingers that filled Emily's anus.

Sam fucked her with his fingers and rubbed her clit but he couldn't concentrate for long when he was having another orgasm from the cock in his ass. Luckily for him, Emily was also having an orgasm from Lucienne's fingers in her ass.

Then, Lucienne decided that it was her turn.

As the moment unfolded, Lucienne's gaze never wavered from Sam's face. Her control over the situation was palpable in every movement. She could feel the tension in the air, the power shift subtly evident with each breath, as if the entire room hung on her next action. Her fingers delicately moved downward, her touch slow and deliberate as she adjusted her position.

Without breaking eye contact, Lucienne slid her hand lower, a quiet confidence emanating from her every move. Sam felt the subtle shift, a quiet understanding that something was about to change. Lucienne's lips curled into a knowing smile, and a mixture of control and pleasure reflected in her eyes.

In one smooth motion, she removed the condom, her hands precise and intentional as if she were making an art of domination at the moment. She didn't say a word. There was no need for that. Her actions spoke volumes.

The simple yet powerful act left Sam in a haze of uncertainty and desire, knowing this was not a moment he could control but one that Lucienne had carefully orchestrated. Her gaze stayed locked on him, her dominance undeniable as she leaned in slightly, her breath warm against his ear, the world around them fading as the power dynamic shifted entirely.

Sam felt that he was just an object for her release, and her movements were concentrated entirely on breeding Sam with her seed. When that moment came, Sam felt her strong orgasm filling his ass fully with her cum. After that, nothing would be the same again.

When Lucienne was finished, Emily helped Sam out of the chair, but she didn't let him go to the toilet. Instead, she ordered Sam to put on his clothes, and then they left. Lucienne had also gone away when Sam was lying on that chair, recovering herself from what had happened.

They were silent as Emily drove Sam home. He felt his pants moistening from the semen dripping out of his ass.

When Emily dropped him off, Sam didn't know what would happen next...